Eclipse fever

Two years ago today, the moon pulled a photobomb and for a minute, everything stopped.

For every sourpuss insisting, “It’s no different than a cloud crossing over the sun, that happens every day,” there were twenty people excited and having fun with something breathtaking. I wrote a great deal about the eclipse in the weeks leading up to it, as I was working for a newspaper in its direct path. We were expected to have 99.5 percent totality, and for more than a year, “eclipse tourism” was predicted. Hotels filled up, Air BnB’s popped into existence, highways clogged. People came from all over the world to…